It was February of last year when I first learned the NHL was preparing to have players start receiving vaccines.
I was in my first NHL training camp and had just played in the Stanley Cup Finals.
I knew I was a good goalie and could play in the NHL for another decade.
I could not wait to see the league take the next step.
But then things took a turn.
After being vaccinated for the first time, I felt a strange sense of unease and panic.
I had never seen so many people sick, and I had been sick for the past year.
The vaccine was the first thing I felt sick about, but I knew it was just a reaction to a vaccine.
And when I asked myself, “What is the real cause of this sickness?”
I started to get very worried.
I started to realize that I had to take some time to process all of the information.
I felt like I was losing my mind.
It felt like my life was in danger.
And then, as I watched the news coverage, I thought, “I can’t wait to get home.”
I began to think about how many of my fellow players had contracted the virus.
Some had died, some had had to have surgery, some were still recovering, and some had been released from hospitals.
I began to worry about what it would be like to be home when the NHL season was over.
I felt like it was going to be a rough season.
My mind raced, and as a goalie, you don’t want to be in the locker room.
I didn’t want my teammates to feel like they couldn’t play.
And I was so angry.
I started crying and started to panic.
But the worst thing that could happen was that I would get injured, and if I didn